母亲 泰戈尔
朗诵 雪 梦
I cannot remember my mother
——by Rabindranath Tagore
I cannot remember my mother
only sometimes in the midst of my play
a tune seems to hover over my playthings,
the tune of some song she used to hum while rocking my cradle.
I cannot remember my mother
but when in the early autumn morning
the smell of the shiuli flowers float in the air
the scent of the morning service in the temple
comes tome as the scent of my mother.
I cannot remember my mother
only when from my bedroom window I send
into the blue of the distant sky,
I feel the stilness of my mothers gaze on my face
has spread all over the sky.